My mind was a blank when I finished this. I’ll see if I can come up with a quick profile story later.
My mind was a blank when I finished this. I’ll see if I can come up with a quick profile story later.
Valentine is a crafty pup. He hand-made all of his gear and gave it his personal twist. As much as he enjoys being a good pup, he enjoys the excuse to be in public to show off his creations - much to the envy of many other competitors.
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Something new for the The Dog Show. Its been a while since I’ve drawn anything for that. This drawing came together really quickly. I really like the end result. Cute, smug, with awesome hair.
Home had turned out to be a elegantly furnished apartment on the upper floor of the tall building. Paintings on the walls, leather furniture and fine wood trim completed the image of a formally run manor on a much smaller scale.
Timidly placing one paw in front of the other Ryan entered , his owner closing the door quickly behind him and walking briskly across the front room to one of the side doorways.
Exhausted and still burning brightly with embarrassment the pup padded to the center of the room, eying the large couch as the perfect place to lay down and rest. It had been quite a disconcerting day and he needed time to sort things out in his mind.
Ryan was already in the process of dragging his body up when he heard the man’s rebuking voice from the other room. “Stay off the furniture, pooch. A dog stays on the floor unless he’s told to do otherwise.”
Blushing furiously at being referred to as a dog, the boy lowered himself back onto the floor and slumped down onto his side. Did this man really think of him as nothing more than a dog? What did he intend to do to him? Did he even want to know?
Shortly thereafter his owner returned holding something in his hands. It looked like an animal tail attached to … a butt plug. The plug itself was abhorrently large. It did not take Ryan but a moment to realize where that was supposed to go.
Hoping to his legs the boy backed away, his head low to the ground, fear wide in his eyes.
“A dog needs a proper tail. Since you don’t have one of your own I’ve got just the thing to help you out, pup.” The man said as he advanced.
Ryan shook his head from side to side and continued to back away until he found his back was to the wall.
“Turn around, ass in the air, and lets get this over with. Do it or we’ll being returning to the store to see about having you gelded.”
Flinching at the threat the boy realized there was little he could do but comply. Defeatedly he did as he was told, planting his face against the wall and lifted his hindquarters.
Instantly he could feel the wet sensation of lube against his exposed anus. His hair stood on end as goose pimples rose on his skin. Then something cold and hard pressed against him gently at first but with mounting pressure.
Gritting his teeth only went so far against the surging pain of his sphincter being forced open to an incredible diameter and Ryan finally forswore his bravery and screamed like a small child, thrashing his legs about and trying to pull away. The man caught him by the hair and pulled back, forcibly impaling him more and more on the large plug.
Ryan wept openly as the last of the tail plug was pushed into him. With a tossel of his hair his owner released him, letting him fall to the floor in a heap. Panting for breath he was overwhelmed by the sensation of the alien device swallowed up in his bowels. Somewhere deep inside he felt an odd reaction.
His own body shocked him and, as Ryan stared behind him through tear filled eyes he saw his own cock stiff as a board and dripping precum at an incredible rate onto the floor between his legs. A weak whimper escaped his lips as his colon tried to adjust to the monstrous intruder lurking in his rear.
“Good boy.” Came his owner’s welcome praise and another tossel of his hair followed. “You’re leaking, pup.” He pointed at the puddle of precum forming. “Get your tongue out and clean that up. I want no stains on my carpet. As long as you’re leaking you’ll be licking it up.”
Moving at all made Ryan decidedly aware of his tail plug and caused it to rub repeatedly against his prostate. Even as he attempted to clean up the mess the boy sighed and he realized that as long as the plug remained in he would be licking carpet…
The restraints had been removed after the surgery. The crawl that they had enforced was now a permanent fixture in his life, the tendons in his ankles irreparably damaged to ensure his place at his owner’s feet.
Ryan had whimpered pitiably when he discovered what his new owner had done. But there was little time to mourn his lost mobility. The man was determined to take his new purchase home from the shop with him. After a brief accessory change the man in the black suit and his pup set off on the streets of the town.
Face flushed red with shame at being paraded around like some animal, Ryan kept his head low and his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. He was not sure which was worse, the ache of his balls in the vice or the burning in his cheeks every time he heard a passer-by chuckle or a child run up and ruffle his hair, fawning over him as though he were a dog.
The ordeal was made all the worse when he owner paused in the park outside a very tall apartment complex. He had lead Ryan up to the side of a tree and stopped expectantly.
Not daring to look up, Ryan stayed crouched on all fours, waiting to see what would follow.
The man frowned and tapped his foot. “I can wait all day if I have to, pup. I won’t have you going on the carpet in the house later. Piss now or you’re holding it until morning.”
Now? Here? He thought frantically. In front of all these people? Ryan lowered himself to the ground, his body trembling with embarrassment. This was a joke, right? He didn’t honestly expect -
A sharp tweak on his ear shocked Ryan back to his situation. The man’s face was inches from his own, his expression irritated and unforgiving. “Lift your fucking leg, boy, and start with the waterworks or I’m going to take you back to the shop and see about removing fingers next.”
The thought of losing what little of his humanity he had left was more than enough to make Ryan piss himself. He gave a startled jump and hefted his leg as ordered as the urine started flowing.
The laughter of the people nearby only made the scene worse. Was he just an animal? Everyone seemed to see him as that. Then why was it all so humiliating?
“That’s a good boy.” Came a rare bit of praise. The man ruffled his hand through Ryan’s hair and patted him on the back. “Lets go inside and show you around your new home.”
The puppy, Ryan, lay quietly on the floor in the window of the pet shop, asleep.
Crawling about on all fours was exhausting and every time he tried to settle back on his rear to relax he’d find himself putting pressure on the tail plug up his ass. He’d yelp in surprise and somewhere within the metal confines of the locked chastity cage his member would twitch and try to swell up, only succeeding in frustrating him further.
He had whimpered and tried to rest uncomfortably on the floor. A position which forced him to splay his bound limbs off to either side, rest his face and chest on the ground and hike his tail into the air. The pup’s face flushed bright red when realized the stance this put him in and he saw people passing by the window stopping to stare with a smile on their lips.
Precum dripped through the metal grate at the end of the chastity tube. Quivering with embarrassment he only managed to make it seem as though the tail plug were wagging. Finally Ryan closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine himself somewhere else.
He was wrested from his sleep by the sound of someone opening the door to his cage. Struggling to get himself back up onto all fours the puppy heard the manager’s voice and someone else.
“Oh yes indeed sir, we do all kinds of modifications: finger amputations, voice removal, even tendon clipping and neutering. Which was it you were interested in.”
Eyes now wide with fear, the puppy crawled to the farthest corner of his cell and tried his best not to imagine what his fate was about to become.
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Too cute. Enough said. :p
I had no idea what I would end up with when I started this. Now I think I need to see a dentist - all the sweetness in this pic is rotting my teeth. <snickers>
Yet another chance to design more bdsm toys. The arm binders, gag and chastity cage will all be in next year’s MisterX Unlimited catalog.
Harry heard about the Dog Show online. In fact, were it not for the web he would not have made it - the distance and exorbitant entry fee were too staggering. But a little contest victory online ensured his arrival - whether he agreed to go on not. Handlers arrived one day and snatched him up from work, stuffed him in the back of a van, and delivered him to the Dog Show stadium. What did he get himself into?!
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Quickie sketch for a patient fan ;) I still think he needed stubble but who am I to argue.
Zythren is a frisky pup and a veteran of two Dog Shows. He has something of a reputation around the show circuit as a slut, eagerly offering bribes to judges or simply going down on his fellow competitors, much to the chagrin of their owners. His exploits are such that there are talks about creating an event just to pander to his particular talents.
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Yay puppies with awesome hair
This one came out speedy fast. Less than a few hours. (which is a record considering my slowness). The goal was to break my artist block so I could work on my current pic. The result was pretty cute
To think, Sir had not only taken him to the Dog Show as he had pleaded, but ENTERED HIM. Excited? Yes. That was definitely the word for it. Asher hopped and yipped with palpable excitement.
His heart thundered in his chest as they passed through the curtains of the prep area and into the enormous Showroom. Asher’s tongue lolled from side to side in time to the stiffened arousal between his legs, beaming brightly. He gazed adoringly up at the man holding his leash and followed him past the stands of onlookers.
All he’d wanted was to be a pup: to be able to bark and trot and chase balls on all fours. An accident confined him to a wheelchair and relegated those dreams to just that - dreams.
As the competitor’s lined up along the floor for judging, he fought to keep from wagging his tail from side to side inside his frame and remember his training. Sir had created something magical, just for him; like a fairy godmother in some twist on the Cinderella story. Asher had gone to the ball!
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Jeezy petes. Awesome pup pic, ruined by the addition of the owner. Rrrrrg. I apologize for that. The pup solo is pretty amazing. I’m really proud of the linework and color. I’m thinking seriously about erasing the second character and leaving just the pup.
The pic is dedicated to a certain pup I know who is surviving a really trying time and has a heart 20 sizes too big. When he told me about his legs and his desire for puppy play, this setup instantly came to mind.
I seem to be posting mostly answers to asks lately. Not that I mind hearing from you lot. Just leaves me feeling unproductive.
Here is some proof that I’m working on something.
Completed pic and story behind it are still a few days away.
There are over 150 entrants spread out through eight breeding categories for this year’s Dog Show. The Meet the Competition segment allows first time viewers to become acquainted with the faces associated of the show.
Scott thought about this stuff all the time. He browsed it on the internet, he dreamed about it. But when he was approached by someone he met online about entering the Dog Show, Scott was unsure. He was shy and this was way outside his comfort zone. No better way to break him out of his shell than to priss him up and throw him to the wolves … semi-literally.
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Only don’t. That’s not a cure for shyness.
Two words for you: D'awwwwwwww. This came out really cute. Cheers to Scott for creeping outside his shell and allowing himself to be volunteered for a pic.
Plug for Scott’s tumblr goes here: scotterwho.tumblr.com